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Friday Fictioneers – Supermarket

24 March, 2017

It’s been quite a week this week. Not only was it my fifth blogiversary yesterday, but on Monday it was the Spring Equinox. Yes that’s right, thanks to axial tilt, the days in the Northern Hemisphere are now longer than the nights and Spring has Sprung. Long summer evenings and walks in the park followed by beers in the pub garden are not far away now, trying to lure us away from the computer screen. But however sunny and warm it gets, the arrival of Rochelle‘s email bearing the latest prompt pic will always be a high point of the week.

Like this one from FriFic regular J Hardy Carroll:

I bet you’re wondering what the thousands of FriFicers have writted this week aren’t you? Well, wonder no more dear reader – just pay The Frog a visit and you’ll find them all waiting for you.

And here,  should you choose to read them, are mine:


When Alan Carmichael moved into the old Manor House, the village delightedly welcomed the nation’s richest man. He had a smile, a word, a handshake for everyone, whether in the street, in the local branch of Carmichael’s supermarket – now always fully stocked – or at his Summer garden parties.

But when the business began struggling – when branches closed, unpaid staff dismissed – the smiles, handshakes and garden parties all stopped.

Where several Bentleys once parked, there now a lone Ford. Until the day it was joined by a single police car. And newspapers printed rumours of missing pension funds.


  1. Dale permalink

    And so it goes! How the mighty have fallen. Great take, Sir!

  2. Dear TRG,

    I love your take on the prompt. Be sure your sin will find you out. 😉



  3. Now this a familiar ring to it! Excellent.

    Click to read my story

  4. Sounds familiar from the news over that last few years.

  5. Life Lessons of a Dog Lover permalink

    Oh the inhumanity being forced to drive a Ford. 🙂 Nice story.

  6. You’re getting too close to reality here. This is supposed to be a fiction group. 😉
    Perhaps I should be thankful I’m too poor for a pension fund, with folks like this eager to shake my hand.

  7. I really enjoyed this take on the prompt – perhaps because it seems so disturbingly plausible.

  8. Ooooo ooo…take the money and run!

  9. Familiar but well told story. Riches to rags indeed

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